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raz-writes-the-thing · 6 months

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Starved (Alec Hardy)

Alec Hardy x GN!Reader 18+ ONLY / requests are: open and encouraged

Summary: Alec discovers you fantasise about his tongue. A lot.

CW: oral (reader receiving), no pronouns but reader does have a vagina, vaginal fingering, squirting, overstimulation

Broadchurch tag list: @clarina04 (send an ask to be added to a tag list!)

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There was just something about the way that Alec spoke that enraptured you. The accent, the way his lips moved around the words. His tongue. God, Alec’s tongue. The amount of time you had spent fantasising about having Alec’s tongue buried inside you was, well, ridiculous.

“Eh, love? You alright? Not sayin’ much.”

You’re only pulled about halfway out of the trance when you reply-

“Sorry- thinking about your tongue.” It only takes a further second for you to snap completely out of it and realise what you’ve just said. “Oh, shit.”

Your cheeks go beet red and you slap a hand over your face in mild horror. Alec’s not usually a cocky bastard, but the way a smirk twists its way across his lips just drips with sin. Your breath hitches and Alec’s fingers reach out to caress up your thigh. Unconsciously, your leg twitches into his fingers. A silent plea for more.

“What ‘bout it? Huh? Thinkin’ ‘bout my tongue?”

You bite your lip as his grin turns darker. You nod, and his fingers trail up your thigh towards your sides. He moves closer. You can see the bulge growing in his trousers. It’s all you can do not to whimper- the memories of having him buried inside you to the hilt, fucking into you- oh this had to stop. But then again, you didn’t want it to.

“Yeah,” you reply breathily. “God, I want your tongue on my clit.”

Alec chuckles at your bold statement. Now that was unexpected of you.

“Spread your fuckin’ legs then, darlin’,” he replies with a nonchalant shrug. A moment later he’s beside you and pulling your chair away from the table. You let out a sound that’s halfway between a whimper and a yelp and spread your legs for him as he kicks your feet apart softly.

Another moment and he’s between your legs, spreading your folds with his fingers and licking a flat stripe up your clit. You groan, sinking back in the chair and you feel the puff of air hit your core as he chuckles at your reaction.

“Please, Alec?”

Alec doesn’t make you beg. He wraps his lips around your clit, sucks it into his mouth and flicks the tip of his tongue back and forth over you mercilessly. His fingers reach around to grip at your ass and tug you closer to the edge of the chair. He eats you like a man starved, salivating at the taste of your pretty little cunt.

“Oh, I could eat you for days,” he groans, breaking away to catch his breath. Your hips wiggle as the stimulation stops and as recompense, he pushes two fingers inside you, eyes entranced by the view of them inside you. Your cunt clenches around them and he laughs. “You like that, eh? Bet you do. Love having your pretty pussy stuffed like this.”

Your head drops back against the chair and you spread your legs impossibly wider. Alec approves if the way he crooks his fingers just right for you is any idea.

Another moment and his fingers are pulling out and his tongue is replacing them. Alec has to press himself as close to your flesh as possible to get his tongue as far as he can into your hole. You cry out, fingers digging into his scalp and holding him there.

Alec flicks his tongue inside you and rubs the tip of his nose against your clit as he does so. You keen, thighs trembling with the effort of not closing around his head and popping his eardrums.

One of his hands snakes around your thigh so his thumb can rub at your swollen clit.

“Fuh-huh-uuck,” you moan, grinding your hips against his mouth and thumb. He feels so good, and there’s no way you’re not going to cum on his tongue in the next few seconds. “Fuck, Alec- shit- I’m- I’m close. God, please.”

Alec laughs into your cunt as best he can with his tongue buried halfway into your core and he moves his thumb faster. You twitch and shake as the stimulation brings you closer and closer before-

“Oh, God- fucking fuck- fuck, Alec!”

Your fingers yank against his hair, grinding yourself against his tongue as you ride out your high. Waves of pleasure roll over you while the continuing stimulation on your clit makes you shudder and twitch.

He pulls his face away from your sopping cunt once he’s had his fill of your pussy and you grin tiredly at the blissful, wet mess that is his face. You can see your slick on his cheeks and chin. He wipes his mouth with the back of his spare hand. The sight of him panting, eyes black with lust does things to you.

All of a sudden, his fingers are rubbing against your clit again hard and fast. You yelp, hips twisting to try and get away from the overstimulation. He tuts and refuses to relent. Your hips buck off the chair, fingers white-knuckling the edge of the table.

And you cum again. But this time, you do the unthinkable and squirt. All over him. You’re shocked through the haze of pure pleasure coursing through your system, though it doesn’t stop you from making sounds a porn star wishes they could emulate. He’s grinning like a loon, rubbing at your clit like a man possessed until you have to basically all but kick him off you.

The noise that escapes him sounds quite like disbelief, and while the main thing you can focus on is the pulsing of your overstimulated clit, you still manage a shaky “shut up.”

“Never,” is his reply.

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mayfieldss · 8 months

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Hate is a strong word - Alec Hardy

Warnings: me writing for another old man, language, mentions of crime??? not spell checked or proofread

Summary: Alec hates everyone. He hates everything, even the ground he stands on, so it would make sense that he disliked you just as much, right?

It had been a long day for Alec Hardy. One full of bright smiles from strangers that made his skin crawl in disbelief, and people with little to no thoughts when he needed assistance at work. Not that he would properly admit he needed assistance, but rather resources to speed up what seemed to be a never-ending process.

You'd been with him for an extensive part of the day too, wandering about the place and sifting through evidence and information rather silently. You weren't usually so quiet, but today there was a shift, an empty gap where your voice should have been, playing against Alec's ears.

He doesn't say anything about it. He knows he should, that it is what a real friend would do, but is he your friend? He's not quite sure where the line is drawn, especially when the relationships he's had in the past—the ones where coworkers became more—had ended badly.

Besides, Alec hadn't been the best friend or coworker lately, to anyone, let alone you. He'd been stressed, and still is, yelling out to people who had little to no common sense when it came to solving a crime. He understood if you didn't want to speak to him, and everyone else in the offices had resorted to silence when he passed, but he did in fact like your voice surrounding him when he was thinking too much. He was always thinking too much.

"Y'alright?" he dares to ask, glancing up from the computer screen only briefly to make sure you've heard him. You seem startled, and nod quickly, as though you'd not wanted him to notice something was off. As if you'd not expected him to notice, which seems to make Alec feel worse.

"Yeah, m'fine." you send him something of a smile, though it doesn't seem entirely real, or reassuring. The attempt was made though, and Alec decides that it's best not to push things. He should push it, he thinks, he should check on you properly, like a normal and reasonable person. But he doesn't.

You knew Alec wasn't easy to get along with, though that didn't stop you from trying. He was the living embodiment of pessimism, and even then you were willing—willing to try and be a friend, a companion in the harsh reality that was your workplace. But after a while it could get tiring, and you weren't stupid. When Alec was mad, it wasn't worth the fight.

Today, you stayed silent, tired and unwilling to befriend someone who didn't want the mere contact of another human being in the current moment, if at all. And somehow, you saw a change in him. Only small, but there.

He'd raised his head, and asked how you were. You weren't sure what to do with that, and you'd answered how you would anyone, an unconvincing but reasonable answer that anyone who asks said question wants to hear.

And then there was quiet, a heavy peace between the both of you as you worked.

You had expected it all to end there, but the next day it all seemed to return in a wave of repetitiveness similar to that of television advertisements. Alec walked at your side, a sway in his step as he looked out toward the ocean, arms swinging in a pattern as he set the pace. He always walked fast, and it probably wasn't that good for him, not that he cared.

"You sure you're alright?" he isn't looking at you as he's says it, he's scared to do that, to make it too formal, too pointed. He also knows the question startles you a little, just as it had done the day before.

"Why d'you keep asking me that?" the frown that creases your forehead is one Alec now acknowledges as he shifts his gaze to your face, unsure how to answer.

"You're not acting like yourself—like usual." he puts it simply, plainly, hoping he can get through just enough emotion to make the statement substantial.

"I told you I was fine."

"Yeah, but it didn't sound like the truth, did it?" He doesn't want to turn this into a fight. It shouldn't have to be a fight because he shouldn't care enough to make it one, but he does.

"Because when a coworker asks how you are, they don't really want to know." You sound more agitated than you should. It's just a question, but it's the kind of question a lot of people don't like to be asked, you included. Alec doesn't like the subject either when it applies to him. He's avoided giving an answer of his own when you've asked him many times before.

"But I do want to know!" at some point Alec stopped walking, destination long forgotten in favor of this moment. You pause yourself, turning to him with nothing less than the purest frustration.

"Why on earth would you want to know?" the genuine confusion that laces the words is like a cut against Alec's skin, though he doesn't let himself bleed. It may have been dawning on him, just how much his distant personality affected others. "You hate it here, in this town with these people, with me and the office and the ocean. You hate everything!" Something's come over you, something you've been wanting to say for a while. "I never understood why you couldn't be happy for more than a second. I actually don't think I've seen you smile once since you came here, and I tried so hard to be your friend on this case, because god forbid I let you drown yourself in loneliness. But you never give anything back, so why do you want to know how I am?"

"Because I don't hate you," he doesn't dare say it too loud, because honestly he finds some embarrassment in the fact. Not that he enjoys your company but that he has only just made this realization now. "I tried to though, believe me. But I couldn't."

That forces you to focus and fall into a short silence. One that allows Alec time to say more, though he doesn't have much else on his mind. "So, how are you?"

There's a moment where you don't say anything, and the sound of waves crashing on the shore accompanies the light smile that begins to creep upon your lips. It's a gentle kind of grin, as though your pleased with yourself at long last, before you mumble a response.

"I'm a lot better now."

To that Alec allows himself to chuckle, taking the first step to start your journey once more. "Good. Now, let's get going before this gets sappy."

He has to move on from it fast, because god forbid he let his feelings catch up to him again. Though he does feel a little better, knowing you're okay.

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kaylinelizabeth4004 · 6 months

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Dog Days Are Over

Summary: The Reader is struggling with severe depression, and Alec Hardy comforts her.

A/N: inspired by one of @denaliwrites Alec stories! This one made me cry several times while writing it, it’s pretty much my experience minus Alec (unfortunately.)

TW: talk of severe depression, suicidal thoughts/ideation, body dysmorphia, and not beta read because it was hard to write

She sat on the couch, curled up in a corner while 'The Office' continued playing on the telly. She'd been mindlessly scrolling on her phone all day, not really noticing anything on there but not wanting to look away from a screen. Then she might see the real world for all it was, and today wasn't the time for that.

Y/N glanced at Michael Scott as he put on a stupid hat to impress some stupid friend of Pam's. She felt a tension in her shoulders, along her back and arms, but she tried to ignore it. Tried to bury herself amongst the blankets and pillows of the couch. It wasn't working, why wasn't it working?

She adjusted her pillows, and nothing. She got bored of the Instagram reels that always turned into mommy bloggers she didn't like to see. The telly grew louder and she suddenly found Michael Scott bordering on obnoxious and not funny. The room was so goddamn warm in there but she knew she couldn't change from her comfy clothes because she didn't want to wear a bra. If she changed into something remotely hugging her figure, she'd feel as though she had to wear a bra and start the day. It was so fucking stupid the way her brain was wired.

She tried to ignore it.

Then she got a sudden pang of guilt, a feeling that was brewing at the surface but she tried to shove down. She worried that everyone at work would absolutely hate her for not coming in. That they'd know she was lying about being sick and think she was a terrible worker, that she didn't provide anything, she was incompetent and slow and everyone was wondering why she couldn't get her fucking act together. She worried that when she wasn't there they'd be saying awful things. How stupid she was, how needy and desperate for attention and validation and pathetic.

The voices came whirring at her. She hadn't even realized they'd been speaking this entire time until they all started screaming at her. The voices battered like a ram, tore through her chest, attacking and spitting venomous words. Her lungs seemed to recede inside her, clenching for an oxygen that wasn't there. Suddenly her vision was blurring, hiccups came bursting from her lips in broken sobs and she could feel that heaviness in her chest like her heart was going to explode. She couldn't breathe with that weight, there was no oxygen. Y/N felt as though her skin was itchy and thin and it just wouldn't come off. If she could tear it all off to make it go away she would.

The loudest voice screamed out, "Everyone hates you! You are the worst human to exist and we wish you would just die already!" Her fingers buried in her hair, holding the roots tightly and her cheeks were burning hot. She wanted to scream but didn't have the energy. The voice kept screaming and screaming, "they hate you, they hate you, they hate you! You're the worst person ever!"

And it's all true, that's the most despicable part. She believed every foul thing that voice said was right in the truest sense of the word. No logic could stop her brain from believing that she was stupid and slow and incompetent.

She believed all the things they said, that she was fat and ugly, and her nose wasn't right, her skin wasn't right, her stomach was horrendous, she could never be beautiful or sexy or smart. She ruined every chance she had for it, and one day Alec was going to see how horrific she was and he'd flee. He'd spout viscous things and they would be right. She deserved all of it and worse. There was no man that deserved the hell she provided, she was the worst it could get.

Then she kept chiding herself, trying to stop this delusion she was building in her mind. She'd say, Y/N, that's not fair, you've worked on this. Y/N, you're on medication, this shouldn't be how you think. You're better now. Y/N, talk yourself out of it. Y/N, you're jumping to conclusions. And all the while she's sinking and building evidence to false realities. She wonders if she's insane, if she should be locked up then has to remind herself she's not Joe Miller. But a wicked part of her wishes she was, so these feelings would be justified.

There was no way to explain this to friends and family. No way to explain that this was her thoughts almost all the time, and the times she wasn't thinking like this it was lying low. But it never left. But everyone had depression these days, she wasn't unique. And if everyone else could live, then surely she could to.

She retracted her fingers from her hair, prying off the strands that came with it. Her cheeks were still painfully hot but she wiped the tears away. Michael Scott was still doing something stupid on the telly, and she had her phone on her lap. She wanted to call Alec. He'd said to call if she felt anything, said he wanted to be there for her. But wouldn't this be a burden? Wouldn't he find her repulsive after this? Not want to deal with it. She didn't want to either. She didn't want to deal with this anymore, she was so tired. And surely Alex's life would be easier with one less person to deal with? With one less mess to clean up, no worrying about her.

But it was those thoughts that forced her to call him. She knew that those thoughts were bad, that those thoughts led to bad things. And though she was humiliated, wanted to hide away from him, she knew it was for him she had to call. He'd be so hurt if she left. He'd blame himself, and that wasn't fair.

"Darlin?" His voice filled the silence.

Her breath shuddered and she sniffled like a baby, "Alec."

"What's happened?" His voice was stern, alert. With that one word he sensed that she wasn't okay.

"It's nothing."

"It's not nothing."

She let out a pathetic laugh, "no, Alec. I don't want you to worry."

"I'll be there in 15." Then he hung up. She gaped at the phone. Y/N didn't want Alec to see her like this, so broken and battered. He didn't deserve this.

Her heart started to race and she treated every sound as a threat. She looked horrible, she was certain her breath stank and her cheeks were flushing and her hair was going every which way. She looked fat and greasy, her clothes had stains. Oh God, oh God.

The door opened with no preamble. She shut her eyes and waited for him to yell, to be furious that there was no true emergency. It's not like she'd cut herself. There were footsteps and then the couch beside her dipped, but she felt no touch.

"Darlin?" Alec spoke softly, his accent sliding through her flat. Michael Scott seemed a distant image. "Are you alright?"

She didn't want to open her eyes. As childish as it was, she felt that if she didn't seem him then the issue was resolved. "I'm fine."

There was a pause, "May I see your beautiful eyes?"

With a shaky breath, she peaked through her lashes at Alec. He was sat beside her, brows furrowed in concern as he looked at her. His coat had raindrops on it, his hair mused and looking like chocolate. His beard needed to he shaved but she hated when he did. And in those stupid, beautiful brown eyes, she saw a love so raw and unconditional she couldn't stand it.

Tears fell down her cheeks and her hands went back to her hair. She could feel herself retreating, curling into a hall and away from the world that hated her. But Alec was so soft.

"Darlin, can I touch you?"

She whimpered a yes.

Warm, calloused hands came to her own in her hair. The touch was not harsh, yet it wasn't shy either. Alec wanted to love Y/N and keep her safe, even if it meant from herself. He brought them down, holding them firmly. Then he lifted her chin so she would look at him. Her lips began to quiver.

"How long has it been since you've showered?"

The question caught her off guard. She'd expected him to pry into what she was feeling and tell her why all of it was wrong and he loved her. Which was incredibly sweet, but would have hurt her so much. She'd feel like a burden. But this wasn't what she anticipated. "Uh, um, a few days."

"Do you care to take a shower with me?" He smiled, his Scottish accent lilting the words. "I need one from the rain."

She nodded nimbly. Alec got up from the sofa first, then helped her up though she didn't need it. They walked to her bedroom, where Alec went through her drawers to find a clean pair of underwear and pajamas. She felt her heart smile when he pulled one of his shirts she'd stolen as her top. He had his own pair kept in her drawers as well.

Alec walked softly as he went and turned the shower on, letting the water patter against the tile.

"Y/N, do you think we could take your dirty clothes off?" Alec asked, letting the tiniest of smiles cross his face. She'd learned to cherish that look, because it wasn't one many got. But right now, she felt selfish for getting to see it when she didn't earn it. Y/N nodded.

He helped take off her pajamas, each piece with care and precision. She felt like she was a wounded animal he was bringing back to life. That guilt forged its way in her heart. Alec placed a hand on her hip, the other on the back of her neck. Though she was naked, and he was about to be, it wasn't sexual in nature. It was intimate, and loving. Alec's voice was rough as he grumbled out, "Now you stop that bad thought. I love you as you are."

Her lips parted and her eyebrows shot up in surprise, she hadn't said a word. But Alec just pressed a kiss to her forehead. Soon they were both naked and they got into the steaming shower. Alec let her stand under the warmth, hands stroking her sides in ginger caresses. He was just appreciating her as she was.

Alec couldn't pretend to understand exactly what went through Y/N's head. It wouldn't be fair to her. But he did know that he loved her deeply, and that no matter what he'd stay with her. If she didn't know who she was, he would remind her if only for a moment to be with her.

With his long, dexterous fingers, he washed Y/N's hair. She stood awkwardly, letting it rain over her. It felt nice. The little pelts of hot water had a steady rhythm, only interrupted by Alec’s kind hands massaging her scalp. She felt the tears slip down her face in steady streams, but didn’t bother to hide them.

Alec quickly shampooed his own hair, then took his time with the body wash to take care of Y/N. He lavished her but in the most sincere way a person could. No agenda, just making sure that with each part of her body he cleaned that she knew he loved her. And she did, she knew he loved her more than anything. That’s what made it so hard.

The water ran lukewarm and Alec got out quickly to wrap a big, fluffy towel around her. He helped dry her with the towel, helped her into her pajamas.

“You want braids, love?”

“You know how to braid?” Her voice sounded so small. Alec nodded and parted her wet hair, french braiding it out of her way. His fingers were nimble.

“Come on, darling, let us get something to eat.”

Alec walked with her down the stairs, going into her fridge until he found some ingredients to make omelets, which he knew she liked. With gentle hands, Alec came and placed Y/N on the counter so she could be right there as he made the food.

“Cheese?”

“Yes please.”

It was a quiet sort of appreciation with Alec. Y/N could tell he wanted to blurt out his love but this quiet approach, this simply taking care of her, hit a part of her heart she didn’t know it would hit. She could feel her soul opening just slightly. He couldn’t fix her, that wasn’t how this worked, but she could feel him loving her.

He helped down from the counter and brought the plates to the sofa. Alec put on a different sitcom, gave her the plate, and settled in.

After a pause where she stared at the plate and wondered the different ways she could jump off the earth, she said, “You don’t have to stay.”

“I’d like to,” he said with a bite of omelet.

“I don’t want you to stay.” The words were harsh, and untrue, but the humiliation of being this way made her angry. She wanted to lash out at him if it could only take away from the pain in her heart.

“Tough luck, darling. I’m here to stay.”

That was when the sob broke out. A deep, heart wrenching sob that make the plate fall to the floor, carpet covered in a cheesy omelet he had just made for her. Y/N covered her mouth as though the sounds would stop but they didn’t.

Alec came and scooped her up, letting her rest on his lap, head on his shoulder. He hummed just slightly, hands running comforting strokes on her body, lips kissing her forehead.

“You don’t deserve this,” she hiccuped. “You don’t deserve this mess.”

Alec looked down and grabbed her chin, forcing him to look at her. “Y/N, you listen to me. You didn’t ask for this. You didn’t choose to have depression, you didn’t choose it.”

“But you can choose. You need to leave, you deserve-”

“I want you. I want you, Y/N. I don’t care about this, we’ll fight it together.”

“Why do you want this? I’m broken.”

He brought her hand and let it rest on his heart, above his scar. “So am I, Darlin. You can’t carry it with you if you want to survive.”

She cried softly onto Alec, and he held her all the same. It didn’t get better like that, but it seemed to help cement something in Y/N. Alec wasn’t going anywhere, and she wasn’t alone. The dog days will be over, and the horses will come. Alec kissed her forehead and held her close.

#my loves in broadchurch #i’m happy the 12 of you who read broadchurch fics will enjoy this #broadchurch #alec hardy x reader #alec hardy fanfic #alec hardy i love you #alec hardy #alec Hardy is the sweetest #this was hard to write #this is basically my experience so please don’t hate on the feelings cause they’re mine teehee #sorry if this is too much #yes I have a mood disorder I don’t wanna talk about it #alec hardy fanfiction #Fanfiction #broadchurch fanfiction

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lovelyinspiration1463 · 8 months

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On this same topic, I started my first Broadchurch fanfic recently. If you enjoy Alec Hardy whump and Ellie smothering him with love, I think you'll like it. https://archiveofourown.org/works/49791001/chapters/125916349

#alec hardy #broadchurch #funny broadchurch #broadchurch memes #broadchurch season 1 #broadchurch series 1 #broadchurch season 2 #broadchurch series 2 #broadchurch series 3 #broadchurch season 3 #ellie miller #incorrect alec hardy #incorrect broadchurch #broadchurch fanfiction #alec hardy fanfiction #ellie miller fanfiction

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somethinglikethatyeah83 · 1 year

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MASTERLIST:

Requests Are Open

Tenth Doctor:

VERA STORIES (can also be read as x reader):

Coordinates — The Doctor is alone again, too dangerous to have company, but then an old friend calls. Who is he to pass her up?

Wedding — Vera and Ten get stranded on a planet that worships marriage and relationships, how else would they get back to the Tardis other than marriage?

Comfort — Death will always surround the two of them, and worries will always arise, but she always found it hard to open up

SFW Alphabet — A safe-for-work alphabet for our two favourite timelords

Us Again — A near ending to the Family Of Blood episodes but with Vera in place of Joan.

Two Doctors — The last episode of Season 4, Journeys End rewrite but with Vera and a very jealous Rose

Theta, Vera — Vera was just trying to get back to her own Tardis, but it didn't go according to plan.

Language — A short drabble about Ten and Vera and Gallifreyan... he's missed speaking it, that's all

Alec Hardy:

X READERS:

You're Alright — Alec comes home from the office after a bad day, what can you do to help? Be with him.

He Got Away — You know who Danny's killer is, but only because he comes to have a word with you...

Campbell Bain:

X READERS:

I'm Here — Campbell is always there to help out when you need it <3

Gifts — Reader has trouble verbally expressing their love so they turn to gifts for Campbell

#masterlist #tenth doctor #tenth doctor x reader #tenth doctor fanfic #fanfiction #doctor who fanfiction #alec hardy x reader #alec hardy fanfiction #alec hardy fluff #campbell x gn!reader #campbell bain fluff #campbell bain x reader #campbell bain

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softhairedhotch · 7 months

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i forgot to post about this but i wrote two chapters for an alec hardy/male oc fic :) it's written like a script and it was really fun to do! hopefully i can write more for them!!

#alec hardy #broadchurch #alec hardy x oc #alec hardy x male oc #broadchurch fanfiction #alec hardy fanfic #alec hardy fanfiction #david tennant

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scrambledslut · 7 months

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Just wanted to ask abt any update on Alec hardy smut desperately waitin 🫡

pls babe i’m so stuck, my adhd meds aren’t working like they should so my brain is just mush atp 😵‍💫 i’m working on switching them but that might take a while :///

meanwhile feel free to send me writing prompts in case there’s something specific you wanna read, might get my creative brain juices flowing 🥴

#alec hardy x reader #alec hardy fanfiction #ask

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demdifferentstories-29 · 3 months

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The Boyfriend (Broadchurch fanfiction)

Story Summary

Daisy finds herself in her first-ever relationship, and Alec grapples with what this means to him as a father.

Chapter 1/1

Rating: Teen

Pairings: Daisy Hardy/Original Male Character; Alec Hardy & Daisy Hardy

Chapter Content/Tags: Romantic relationship; parenting/parenthood; angst; light hurt/comfort.

Word Count: 7138

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lestatslestits · 2 months

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I’m normal and can be trusted with the wellbeing of characters played by David Tennant

#david tennant #alec hardy #anthony j crowley #tenth doctor #fourteenth doctor #fandom whump #fanfic #fanfiction #fanart

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fellshish · 2 months

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What watching too much broadchurch can do to an otherwise completely normal person (link to fic)

#broadchurch #broadchurch fanfiction #alec hardy #ellie miller #minors dni #alec hardy x ellie miller

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munsons-maiden · 7 months

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𝚙𝚊𝚒𝚛𝚒𝚗𝚐 | DI Alec Hardy x female reader 𝚜𝚞𝚖𝚖𝚊𝚛𝚢 | based on this request: Alec uses handcuffs (smut but it's sweet and soft) 𝚠𝚘𝚛𝚍 𝚌𝚘𝚞𝚗𝚝 | 1.1k 𝚠𝚊𝚛𝚗𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚜 | SMUT (DON'T READ if you're under 18!), a tiny bit of edging, handcuffs 𝚊𝚞𝚝𝚑𝚘𝚛'𝚜 𝚗𝚘𝚝𝚎 | my Alec Hardy sideblog is @bloodytwittah. I also write for Crowley (Good Omens) over at @stargazing-crowley 🖤

“Please.”

Your whisper fills the silence of the office, warm breath mingling with his as you arch into his touches, his kisses, chasing every fleeting brush of his fingertips on your skin like it’s a lifeline and you’re caught in a storm.

Well, he is.

And you’ll happily drown in him, in the way his scent is engulfing you, the pine-needle smell of his cologne forever entangled with the ever-present salt in the air.

“Patience is a virtue,” Alec drawls, a quiet laugh painting his voice.

“And stalling is a vice,” you shoot back, but it comes out rather breathless.

Alec has spent what feels like an eternity kissing you, teasing you, fingertips brushing over all the sweet spots where you so desperately need him the most yet never lingering long enough to do anything but stoke your need for him further, letting you chase those fleeting touches nevertheless with growing despair. And impatience.

You can feel his erection pressing against your leg, the outline of it very visible beneath the navy fabric of his pants, but each time you wrap your legs around his waist to drag him closer, drag him right where you need him, he angles himself away from you with a soft, deep chuckle.

You discarded his tie a while ago, and his white dress shirt is undone, revealing his chest, the fine scar running over his sternum where they fixed his heart mere months ago, and the way his dark hair is messy and ruffled – not by the sea breeze for once but by your fingers – makes him look like he should be on the poster for some highly expensive perfume ad.

“We could consult Reverend Coates about the matter,” Alec chuckles softly now, his hot breath ghosting over the side of your neck, teeth grazing the sensitive skin on your pulse point, the soft scratch of his beard sending pleasant shivers up and down your spine.

Your own quip is swallowed by a string of moans as Alec’s fingers stop tracing circles on the inside of your thighs to wander higher, to the spot just above your clit, and you desperately roll your hips up to grind against his fingertips.

But the moans turn into a frustrated groan as he pulls his fingers out of reach once more.

“So impatient,” he breathes. You can feel his smile against your pulse point.

“Alec Hardy,” you tease softly, “Did I just catch you smiling?”

“Don’t tell anyone. Got a reputation to uphold.”

“And of course we wouldn’t want anyone at Broadchurch PD know you’re not as grumpy as you seem.”

“I am grumpy,” Alec quips with a whisper that sends a shiver of need through your body, “Just not when I’m with you.”

Butterflies soar in your chest at his words, and your fingertips in his hair tighten as you pull him into a searing kiss.

“Still. Payback’s gonna be a bitch,” you announce as you pull away just enough to catch your breath, eyes flitting to the clock on the wall over the closed door to his office. Ever since you’ve started dating Alec Hardy, nightly overtime hours have lost their unbidden-ness.

When Alec chuckles softly in response, resuming to map your throat with his lips knowing damn well what it’s doing to you, you feel your own grin curve your lips.

Two can play this game.

Still grinning, you untangle one of your hands from where you’ve been raking your fingers through his soft chocolate hair and let it roam down, underneath the skirt you chose this morning in the hopes it would come in handy later – and good lord, it does.

“What –“ Alec breathes, pulling away from your throat to stare at you, and your grin turns into a sultry smirk as your own fingers spread the wetness that’s been pooling between your thighs as you let your head fall back a little.

His eyes have been darkened by arousal before, but at your little performance, they’ve grown almost black now. It’s nearly enough to send you over the edge right then and there.

“I’m perfectly capable of finishing the job on my own,” you drawl, letting a lewd moan spill from your lips for effect as your fingertips start circling your clit.

It feels good.

It feels amazing.

It doesn’t feel half as amazing as it would if it were his fingers, though, and the cheeky expression on his handsome features tells you he knows that.

For a few moments, Alec stays where he is, eyes dark and devouring as he watches you, before he closes the few inches between the two of you with another searing kiss, his hands leaving your waist to gently grasp your wrists, pulling your hands away.

There’s no firmness in his grasp. If you wanted to, you could easily tear your hands out of his grip.

He’d never be rough with you. He’d never take control without asking for your permission first – Alec Hardy has never been anything but sweet and gentle with you.

Bantering has always been part of your relationship long before you let him into your bed, and it extends into every aspect of your relationship. Which is probably why sex with Alec Hardy is the best you ever had.

And which is probably one of the reasons why, despite his always-mildly-annoyed, grumpy exterior, it didn’t take long for you to fall for Alec Hardy in the first place.

As he gently pushes your hands behind your back, feverish kisses deepening, his clothed erection brushes against your core, and this time, it’s Alec who moans first, a deep, half-suppressed moan spilling from his throat as you roll your hips against him, desperate for more friction, for more of those sinful, sweet noises from him –

A soft click makes your eyes fly open to meet Alec’s smug little smirk.

“Oh no, you didn’t,” you gasp, eyes wide.

His grin turns even cheekier. “Yeah I did.”

The handcuffs he just closed around your wrists rattle softly as you test them, cool metal against your wrists.

“You’re under arrest,” Alec drawls, his Scottish accent growing thicker with his own arousal as he trails sloppy, feverish kisses down the side of your throat, over your collarbone, hands slowly unbuttoning your blouse to unveil the lacy black bra underneath telling him exactly what you were hoping for when you got dressed this morning, “For obstruction of police work.”

“Payback,” you breathe, arching into his kisses and unable to suppress a soft, breathless giggle, “Will be such a bitch, Alec Hardy.”

Your voice breaks as you watch him kneel before you, dark eyes sparking with arousal and affection and just the perfect amount of cheekiness as they hold yours.

He places a single, almost chaste kiss to the inside of your thighs before he breathes, “Then I better start making it up to you now.”

𝚒𝚏 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚎𝚗𝚓𝚘𝚢𝚎𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚕𝚒𝚝𝚝𝚕𝚎 𝚜𝚝𝚘𝚛𝚢, 𝚙𝚕𝚎𝚊𝚜𝚎 𝚌𝚘𝚗𝚜𝚒𝚍𝚎𝚛 𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚐/𝚛𝚎𝚋𝚕𝚘𝚐𝚐𝚒𝚗𝚐 - 𝚒𝚝'𝚜 𝚠𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚔𝚎𝚎𝚙𝚜 𝚞𝚜 𝚠𝚛𝚒𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚜 𝚐𝚘𝚒𝚗𝚐 🖤

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raz-writes-the-thing · 3 months

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Nip To The Park (Broadchurch Drabble)

Alec Hardy x GN!Reader / requests are open

Summary: Alec discovers your newest yappy crime.

Fic type: Crack/fluff

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“Wha’ the fuck is that?” Alec asked with his lips pursed into a very unimpressed grimace. “And what-” he enunciated the word- “is it doing in my house?”

You let out a rather un-charming ‘uh’ sound, dragging it out while you attempted to find literally any excuse for the creature tugging behind your back. Your eyes darted left and then right. Alec’s grimace deepened, losing his patience.

“It’s nothing,” you replied, hiding the leash. You didn’t notice the loop sticking out from your other side.

“Y’cannae expect me t’believe there’s nothin’ there,” he said, gesturing wildly. The poor man was three steps in the door and already gesticulating and waving his tone about like a man worn down with desperation.

“Don’t know what you’re talking about, my love,” you replied, not even looking down at the rather fluffy and rather medium-sized dog sniffing at your feet.

“Och- you’re ridiculous, why is there a dog in my house, darling?”

Oh, so he was pronouncing his ‘g’s now. This was not good. You let go of the leash and picked the dog up, grunting as you did so. His little tail wagged side to side happily.

“Alright, so, uh, listen- here’s the thing,” you chuckled nervously. “I might have gone out today. And there might have been an adoption set-up going at the park. And I might have stopped in to have a quick look and say hello. And I might have looked into his eyes a bit too long. And…”

“And?” Alec asked, already knowing the answer but forcing you to come out with it anyway.

“And I might have brought him home.”

Alec finished putting his stuff down, hanging his keys and coat on their various hooks. You took a step back, careful not to trip on the lead. The dog in your arms sniffed at your chin and tried to lick your face.

When you fended off his kisses and looked back up, Alec was coming towards you. Your eyes widened with fear. Alec was a cop- not even. He was a detective. He could definitely kill you and cover it up successfully if he really wanted to.

Then, he slumped his shoulders, drooping in front of you like a sad balloon. You watched him warily as he raised a hand to pet between the dogs’ ears.

“Oh, f’er fucks sake,” he groaned, scratching the little fella on the neck. “Wha’s ‘is name, then?”

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mayfieldss · 8 months

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Broadchurch Masterlist

Alec Hardy:

Hate is a strong word - In which Alec hates everything and everyone, so why exactly does he care how you feel?

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kaylinelizabeth4004 · 6 months

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hiya!! hope you're doing well ❤ just wanted to ask if you're planning on to continue your story on ao3 about alec and dr ryder?? i am loving it so far!!

no pressure of course! i love your writing :3 xx

Hi!!

Yes, I absolutely plan to continue it. I have the entire story plotted out. I’m not good at writing full length fics before, so I’m over analyzing each plot point to try and make sure it makes any sense haha. But I definitely plan to continue it!! Thank you for the support!

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lovelyinspiration1463 · 6 months

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olivermush · 4 months

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Alec Hardy x GN! Reader

this is tooth rottingly sweet but it gets kinda spicy so beware.

Warnings: Alec not eating or sleeping, smut, so sweet your teeth will actually fall out, also briefly mentioned that the reader is a doctor, unprotected sex(wrap it before u tap it!!!)

It's been a hard day at work for Alec, and the only thing on his mind is resting next to you in his bed. As he walks into the apartment, eyes almost closed, he lets himself fall on the couch in the living room and groans while placing his head on your lap. You're surprised by his dramatic and sudden entrance.

“Hello love, long day?” you say, stroking his soft, messy, brown hair. You hear a sigh come from his breath.

"Just one of those days." He replies in a low voice while he leans on your lap. He glances at the ground for a moment and then stares at you.

"And all I wanted to do was come home." He adds with a frown.

“Aw, sweetheart. Have you had dinner? I could make my signature, world-famous, buttered noodles?” His eyes brightened for a second.

"That sounds amazing." He says in a relaxed way. He moves his head onto your lap as he closes his eyes.

"But I'm too tired to stay up right now. Can we just spend the evening in bed?" he asks.

“Of course, but you do need to eat. even if I have to shove it down your throat.” You say with a chuckle as you continue to massage his scalp lovingly. He smiles a bit and rests his head on your lap, enjoying the massage you are giving him.

"Yeah, I guess you are right. I guess some dinner wouldn't be too bad." He replies with a smile.

"But then let's go to bed and relax."

“Alright then, I'll get the pot started, it shouldn't take more than twenty minutes. We have wine if you would like a glass while you wait.”

He opens his eyes and looks at you with a nod.

"Yeah, a glass of wine after such a long day wouldn't hurt." He replies softly.

“I'll go lay down in the bedroom, call me when its ready?”

“All right, love,” you say, giving him a sweet kiss as he gets up. He walks slowly to the room, and as he closes the door behind him, you hear a sigh and some loud groans as he lies on the bed.

You can tell the day has been hard for him, but a hot meal, wine and your loving touch will help him relax. He often comes home in need of a meal and a kiss so you know how this goes.

You finish seasoning the noodles and bring his bowl and his glass of wine to the bedroom. “Bon appetit,” you say sweetly.

As you enter the bedroom, you see that he's already lying in bed. When he hears your voice, he opens his eyes and sits up a little, looking at you. He gives you a small smile while he takes the bowl of food from you. The smell of the food makes his mouth water, and he takes a big bite immediately.

“Don't forget to chew, love,” you say, chuckling as you sip your wine next to him.

He looks at you with a slight blush and chuckles.

"I'm too hungry to chew." He says in a joking way as he continues to eat quickly.

“Well I made some extra so you can take it for lunch tomorrow. Let me guess you didn't eat lunch again today? or breakfast?” you say concerned. He blushes a little as you ask about what he ate throughout the day.

"I don't have time for those things, especially on such a busy day like today. I barely had time to sleep last night." He replies, slightly embarrassed.

“You did sleep though, didn't you? How many hours, Alec…”

"Less than four, which isn't good I know..." He replies with frustration, looking down at the food in his hand. He takes another bite before continuing.

"But you can't expect me to sleep on a day like this, with so much to do and so little time..."

“I understand, you will be getting eight hours tonight if I have anything to do with it. How are any cases going to be solved if their head detective is sleep-deprived and starved? Dating you is a public service honestly.” You say jokingly as you begin to run your fingers through his hair again. You see him blush slightly as he looks at you with a small smile.

"Well, I always solve my cases, no matter what. I never let anything stand in my way. Except for you, of course. You are the only reason why I would be willing to stay home and relax." He adds, continuing to eat the rest of the food while enjoying your touch.

“Well I'm glad something will get you to slow down,” you say as you admire his beautiful hair and his adorable smile.

"Can I ask you something?" He says after finishing his food while he wipes the corner of his mouth with the back of his hand.

“Of course, love” He looks at you directly, and then after a few seconds of silence, he speaks.

"How come you always make me feel so loved?" He looks away for a moment, and then back at you with a subtle blush. A bit taken aback by his question, you answer,

“I’m a very transparent person. Also, I guess it's part of being a doctor, wanting to take care of everyone, especially the people I love.” You can tell that he's genuinely touched by your answer since his eyes are slightly teary and he's still a bit embarrassed.

"Your kindness and generosity are probably the things I love the most about you." He says softly, and then moves his hand and caresses the side of your face. You lean into his touch despite his hands being cold and dry.

“That's sweet of you, love.” I give him a chaste kiss on his hand

The kiss makes him blush slightly more, but he leans a bit closer to your lips, still caressing your face.

"I'm just speaking the truth." He says in a low voice as he moves his hand to your nape and brings your body closer to his, then he kisses you softly. You kiss back happily with your hand still in his hair. You scoot closer to him on the bed as your other hand rests on his chest. The feeling of your hand in his hair is very pleasant, and he keeps slowly pulling your body closer to him while the kiss becomes more passionate.

When your hand moves to his chest, you can feel his heart beating rapidly against your palm.

You move to straddle his lap and your arms snake around his neck and tug slightly on his hair. The pulling on his hair makes his breath shaky and his back slightly arches, showing that he's enjoying the feeling.

As your hand moves to his neck, he opens his eyes looks at you, and then puts his hand onto your hips to pull you even closer to him.

You grind slightly against his hardening member while still kissing him sweetly and running your fingers through his thick hair. The movement makes him let out a soft groan, and his hand moves from your hips to your back as he pulls you even closer to him. His breathing becomes heavier and heavier as he starts to pull you against him, while his other hand slides down your side before it starts to rub your hip. You continue kissing him still while you start to unbutton his shirt slowly while caressing his chest. The feeling sends shivers down his spine. As you caress his chest, he leans his head back slightly and closes his eyes. The feeling of your touch combined with the kiss is heavenly, and at one point he is completely lost in the moment. He slides his hand to your lower back, and it starts to slide up and down. When you finish unbuttoning his shirt you start kissing and nipping around his collarbones while grinding against him slightly.

He lets out a soft sigh as you kiss him, and his other hand starts to rub your side a bit more boldly. He feels a small shock going through his body when you start grinding against him. But he is still completely lost in the moment of passion and he doesn't care about anything else. You scoot back a bit, much to his dismay, and start to unbuckle his belt and trousers feverishly with haste. The feeling of your hand pulling on his trousers makes his breath even heavier and his body starts to twitch slightly. He opens his eyes, and his look is full of desperation and excitement. He knows what's coming, and his heart is beating so rapidly that you can see the pulse beating at his neck. You pull off his trousers gently and free his hard member. You start licking, gently teasing him while your hand runs up his lower abdomen, caressing his happy trail. His body tenses as you tease him mercilessly while he reaches to run his fingers through your hair. Still keeping your actions chaste, Alec is melting under your touch.

“Please, Y/n,” he whimpers. You happily indulge his vague request, taking his tip into your mouth, and wrapping your lips around him sweetly. He moans at your obedience, now grabbing fists of your hair and bucking his hips slightly. Not wishing to tease him too much anymore, you begin to take him all, moaning slightly at the fullness in your throat and his beautiful scent in your nose. Alec is a total mess at this point, his thick, brown hair is sticking to his sweaty forehead and his face and ears are as red as a field of poppies. After a while of oral heaven, you pop off of him, still stroking him slowly as you move up to kiss him. The kiss is hot and sloppy as tongues and lips collide and you're both moaning into each other's mouths. You kiss him while undressing yourself, his shaky hand reaching out to help you. Finally undressed, you move over him as you guide him into your wet heat. You sink down slowly, your hands on his shoulders to stabilize yourself, squeezing him slightly. His hands are on your ass, spreading you wonderfully and guiding you down. “You feel so good, Y/n,” He moans. Fully sheathed, you start to roll your hips sensually as you kiss him again. Then you start moving up and down, moaning loudly as you do so. You can feel him twitching inside you at each pornographic noise that leaves your mouth. His lanky member tickles every spot inside you just right.

“So good, Alec, fuck,” You moan, lovingly. Your hands reach up to comb through his hair again, tugging slightly making Alec moan loudly. His hands smooth over your hips as he starts thrusting roughly, taking control. As he takes control you wrap your arm around his neck again, fingernails scraping down his back. This makes Alec snap, he wraps his arms around your back as he flips you onto your back, planking over you as he kisses and nips at your neck leaving traces of purple and red. One arm wrapped around your back and the other stabilizing himself on the bed, he begins rutting into you harshly, chasing his orgasm like a cat in heat. Your fingers scrape down his back again, definitely leaving red tracks down his spine and up between his shoulder blades. He starts rubbing at your sex, trying to make you cum.

“Oh god, Alec, right there!” you scream as your orgasm rushes over you in waves like a tsunami.

“That’s it, darling, cum for me,” he demands. As soon as you finish he pulls out and cums on your belly. He curses and moans as he finishes, both of you now panting heavily. He kisses you sweetly while caressing your hair.

“I love you, Y/n,” He says as he kisses your forehead.

“I love you too, Alec,” you say smiling. “Don’t think that this means you’re going to get out of sleeping eight hours tonight.”

“I know, my love,” He says sweetly, knowing you're completely serious. “Let’s at least shower first though, get this mess cleaned up,”

“Yep,” you agree, giving him a chaste kiss on the cheek.

The shower was short, he almost fell asleep standing up when you washed his hair for him. After the shower, you both changed into some comfy clothes, slid into bed and cuddled until you both fell asleep. For the first time in probably a whole week, Alec got eight hours of sound sleep with no nightmares.

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